I had heard so many stories from older sailors on my ship about things they had got up to at parties and so on, and I had decided that when the time came for me to experience new things I would go for it. I met a guy who invited me to a party that he was going to.
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First Time, Surprisingly Wonderful
Flight Cancelled
About 1 AM, I had to go to the men's room to "bleed my lizard." I unbuttoned my 13 buttons and dropped the flap of my blues exposing my briefs. I pulled them down a bit and reached in for my dick. I was enjoying a healthy piss when the outer door to the room opened and in walked the Trooper. I was standing at the third of three urinals and he occupied the first, with a empty one in between us. He hauled out a nice piece of uncut meat, pulled back the skin from the head and started pissing. He must have been very proud of his equipment as he stood a way back from the urinal, showing off. The head of his cock was bright red and shiny.
Fucked by Two German Soldiers on the Kitchen Table
Young men of eighteen were called up to serve two years National Service in the armed forces. Some guys were sent to fight in wars, some to defend the last turbulent outposts of the British Empire; I was sent to Germany where I got fucked bow legged. Of all the stupid orders that I had been given since I joined the army this one was the most idiotic.
Gay Field Maneuvers
Nylon floor covered with forest detritus. Ammo tins heavy with unspent rounds near the flap. A sleeping bag rolled up tight as a gymnast. Another sleeping bag, unrolled, with a man named ray in his boxers sprawled on top. He's a sergeant with black hair streaked with gray. Ray's looking down past his erection, towards his mud-streaked boots laying discarded by the flap.
Group Sex With Sailors At Sea
I had enlisted in the Navy the minute I graduated from high school. It was all I had ever wanted to do. There is an unfortunate thing about me that I worried would keep me out of my beloved Navy. From the earliest age I felt different. I can't tell you how. Just not the same as the other boys in my class. And I was never asked to play in their ball games, nor did I want to. Growing up, my best friends were always the girls in my class. I was more comfortable with them.
Hitching A Ride
The GI, Dave was his name, laughed again and said it looked like I was throwing a boner. What could I say? It was obvious. He told me to take it out so it wouldn't get too much strain from the cramped shorts. I hesitated and he urged me on so I undid my fly and pulled out my throbbing prick. He commented on the size of it in comparison with my body. He asked me if I jerked off a lot. I said I did. He asked if I had ever fucked a pussy and I said that I had not. He was rubbing his crotch and he, too, was getting turned on by the situation. He asked if I was ready to see his meat. I said yes and he hauled out of his fatigues a long, fat, uncut cock. He pulled the skin back off the top and it went 'tic'. The uncovered head of his meat was all shiny and was oozing pre-cum.
Losing My Virginity In The Marines
Several months later, I was asked by a friend of mine if I would like to move into a house that they are renting at Atlantic Beach, just outside the back gate of LeJeune. A place at the beach? Sure. I moved in right before Thanksgiving. The rent was reasonable, but the nice thing was that since it was a year lease, the rent didn't go up during the summer. Anyway, I had two roommates, George and David. Mutt and Jeff. David fairly tall and over-weight and as a result was on weight-control; George was about 5'7" and slightly built. He was a nice guy, but a little of a dope-head. I didn't want to ruin my stint in the USMC because of someone else's drug use, so George agreed not to smoke or keep drugs in the house.
Marine Corps Boot Camp Men Have Sex
I did make it however, and I was never prouder of myself than the day that I left boot camp, because I was US Marine. That title carries a lot of honor as well as a little stigma. Later, after I'd been home for a few visits, I learned that most of my friends and even my mother were afraid of me because they'd thought that I'd become some kind of psychotic killing machine. They had heard some dramatic stories about Marines. Hell, this was peace time. Sure I was a little more rigid and a lot more disciplined, but nothing like what they imagined.
Marine Life
Unexpectedly the jeep swerved to avoid a fallen branch in the un paved road, it was then that Roald noticed the huge thighs and muscular calves of this affable fellow. His Dress shorts looked painted on his thighs, painted up to his waist, where they were fastened with wide military issue gun belt complete with gun. The gun was the first unusual thing Roald noticed. It was not military issue. A chrome plated 44 magnum. Beautiful. Heavy. Powerful. The light caught its stock as they rounded a corner sending rainbow spectra under the strong brows of the gigantic man behind the wheel. It showered his massive arms with colors and set his almost black eyes a flame. Then, much to his relief, it passed as they approached the check point.
Marines Made Me A Man
That night before we crawled into bed Sarge came in. He told me it was time for me to take my punishment. I was told to strip naked and lay on the cold cement floor. The rest of my bunk was to circle around me, whip out their peckers and jack off shooting their cum onto me. It was supposed to be a humiliating punishment, but I got excited as I did so.
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